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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Gillian came out of her room in this outfit.
She told me she dressed like this because her job
was to pick apples in an orchard.
She does that for work.
Oh, and lemons. She has to pick those for her job, too.

She has farmer girl aspirations.
She also plans to milk cows when she grows up.
Last year at the county fair, she learned that she was a natural.
She still talks about it often.
How she really wants to be a milker girl,
because she is very good at it.
(And she is. She picked up the milking squeeze skill right away.)

My daughter, at age 4, is already talking about when I will be a grandma.
When she is a mom, I will be a grandma, she tells me.
That's true.
But, she also tells me that when she is a mom,
I will be her friend, and come to visit her house often.
I pray that will be true for us.

I made my own mother a grandmother.
And she is very much my friend.
I love for her to come visit, very often.

Gillian has a few dream houses.
The thing they all have in common is they are to be very near to my house.
She will possibly live in her "baby house".
(The house where we lived when she was a baby.)

(Daddy & Gillian at baby house 4 years ago.)

Or, she may live in this pink princess house.

But, she also describes to me her dream house
as a yellow house sitting on a hill.
There is a white fence & a gate.
There is lots of green grass.
There is a pond.
She has chickens & goats & cows.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Today I am linking up at Life Made Lovely.
Here's a way we are trying to add a little bit of loveliness to our life-

I gave this as a gift to my husband.
It seems like a funny man gift.
But, my husband likes to do dishes for me.
And, he likes a nice looking, non-cluttered kitchen counter.
We decided to get rid of our dish drainer.
Less stuff & a cleaner look.

I used a clearance towel from Kmart for the bottom side.
I picked some sturdy & pretty fabrics from my way front.
I cut them into different sized blocks & sewed 'em together.
Then sewed the front & back, wrong sides together.
Flipped it & top stitched the edge & the center.
Done. Fast.
I'm gonna make another one soon,
with a cool dish towel that I have & use for the top.

When the dishes are dry, the towel can be put away
much easier than the old dish drainer.
It is also much easier to keep it clean.
Just throw it in the washing machine.
No need to scrub grossness off of the dish drainer all the time.

Friday, March 25, 2011

The first time to Costco with 4 kids.
I was dreading it.
But, baby was now 2 months old.
That meant I hadn't been to Costco in over 2 months.
We were out of paper towels.
Husband has a hard time going on with life when there are no paper towels.
He sees them as an absolute necessity.
He is a fairly "green" "earth-friendly" fellow.
But, he loves his paper towels.

I had to go.
I had bought over priced cheese twice at the regular grocery store.
I was out of chicken breasts.
The ones I got from Trader Joe's to hold us over were not good enough.
I couldn't wait until we were out of Toilet Paper & Laundry detergent.
The trip had to be made.

I planned it for a week that ended up being more than a little rainy.
It has been a lot rainy.

So, it turned out to be a doubly crazy outing.
4 little ones & pouring down rain.
And we got a late start,
so our trip would not be entirely complete before the normal nap time.
Things were not looking good for us.

Despite the rain storm, folks were still shopping.
There were no close parking spaces.
I sat inside the car while I tied my Mei Tai carrier around my waist.
A little difficult.
Then I had to tie Kendall in while still in the car.
A little more difficult.
Once she was cozy & calm, I grabbed two umbrellas
& went out into the storm.
I ran to each door to unbuckle all the other kids
& let them pile out.
The three of them held hands in a line.
I held the umbrellas over everyone.
We made it safely across the parking lot.
(With only 1 car rudely splashing right in front of us.
Gillian was sure he deserved a bad ticket.)

Shopping went so smoothly. I was amazed.
It was great.

And on this day, we met a few people who encouraged us.
They were people who loved children.
I am guessing they were all over the age of 80.
They were totally thrilled with the kids.
And my kids loved their sweet attention.

They talked to the kids like they were their friends.
You know, they didn't "talk down" to them.
They encouraged me.
When they made the comment I often I hear,
"You have your hands full!",
they didn't roll their eyes.
Their eyes sparkled with excitement.

I went away inspired.
The cart was so full, I could barely push it;
tons of stuff, plus a nearly 2 year old.
A four year old & three year old held onto the sides of the cart.
They "helped" me push.
I wore a two month old
& held two umbrellas above, trying to keep all 5 heads dry.

After we all got into the car I felt inspired to make something happen.
Something that has been on my mind.
A plan that I have had, but haven't acted on.
I want to visit our elderly neighbor more often.
I want to take the kids to a near by senior home on a regular visits.
Let the kids be adopted great grandkids to some lonely people.
Let myself learn from people who have lived through much.
I want to bless & be blessed by the greatest generation, before it is too late.

Friday, March 18, 2011

My husband was out of town for work for a few days.
It is more than a little tiring holding down the fort without him.
I get tired.
I won't lie. I need him.
But I need him to keep his job, too.
So, he goes. And I carry on here.

I do miss all that he does for us at home, when he is gone.
But, even more, I miss all that he is & him just being here.
I miss him.

So, even though I am tired, I want to welcome him.
I want to roll out the red carpet.
But, I don't have a red carpet.
And I don't want to clear a big enough path on the floor for one, either.

My home will not be in perfect order when he gets home.
To some eyes, it wouldn't even be considered decent order.
But, I know he likes a good meal.
He'll get a healthy comfort meal from me. (chicken curry)
I'll be cheerful & clean (I showered for him!)
That is how I choose to welcome him.

I made sure there was nothing directly in front of the door.
I don't want him to trip right upon entering.
But, be careful honey - watch where you step.
And don't take your shoes off.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Sometimes when things seem great
& I forget about my troubles & griefs,
I act like everyone should be happy slappy.I forget that other people are hurting.

Sometimes when things aren't easy for whatever reason,
I forget that I'm not the only one with hard things.
I forget that everybody hurts.

(And still I tend to congratulate myself for being an empathetic person. Hmmmm...)

Sometimes I get in my car & I hear REM.
And they sing Everybody Hurts.
And I sing, too.
Sometimes I cry.
Because I am hurting, too.
Or because I forgot that other people are hurting.

(And sometimes I just put it on whenever I want.
Because, yes, I love REM. And I do have the 2 disc best of.)

In recent history, we have been sick here.
In a typical virus spreading pattern, the children were sick first;
then the mom went down; then the dad.

Once I got sick & knew firsthand how awful it felt,
I told Scott that I wished I had been sick first.
That way, I could have known how bad the kids felt.
Not that I ignored the fact that they were unwell.
I didn't. I tried to take good care of them.
I didn't drag them around on errands or play dates.
I made sure they rested & drank water & ate oranges.
I gave them fever reducer meds when they needed them.

I just didn't really know, you know?
I wish I had understood how awful it was.
Mostly just so I could understand them.

But even then, I really understand them all the way.
I can never do that for anyone,
no matter how empathetic or discerning I think I may be.
I sorta think I should just remember that everybody hurts.
And I should extend grace,
try to offer a helping hand & give effort toward an understanding ear.

We're all the same, but we're all different.
Nothing happens to us that is not common to man. Others have been there too.
And yet, none of us process it exactly the same.
Only Jesus understands all the way.
But, I can try to remember that everyone has a hurt.

Speaking of hurt - Are you doing something for the people in Japan?
Is there a relief organization or certain fund that you would
recommend to the rest of us?
I see Samaritan's Purse is on the job. Who else?

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I love Jesus. I love my family. I love flowers & kids. I love blustery days & sunshine. I love champagne & coffee. I love dark chocolate & homemade pizza.
I have a wonderful husband. We have 4 sweet babies here; and our first baby, who had Anencephaly, is with Jesus.
We are now waiting for adoption referral for another little person!